Raiden’s POV
Zayden and I followed the scent upstairs toward the second floor.
At this point there wasn’t even a question anymore. The only she wolf staying on this floor was Traci, which meant the scent driving our wolves insane belonged to her.
“Mate.” Nyx repeated the word so many damn times over the past few minutes I was close to losing my mind myself.
“She’s underage,” I reminded him again while we walked down the hallway.
Nyx growled immediately. “Only by a week.”
I rubbed my hand down my face slowly. That wasn’t helping.
“What exactly do you expect me to do?” I muttered. “Throw ourselves at her? Climb her like a damn tree? Start humping her leg?”
Zayden barked out a laugh beside me. “You know you’re saying some of that out loud, right?”
Nyx ignored both of us completely. “
